uhhh intro post or something cause i deleted the old one by accident
system name is willow, and the current list of parts is: penny (host, it/she, 🩷), izutsumi (protector, she/her, ♥️), lyla (little, she/her, 🩵), maple (puppygirl, it/she, 💛) alex (worker, she/her, 💚), strawberry (angelgirl, she/her, 🤍), maddy (little no.2, it/she, 🩷), N (null, it/its, 🩶), badeline (anger holder, she/her, 💜). do ask if you have questions
lambgirl. am prey animal. cuddly frail soft and tasty
not sure where on my blog to put this but im 18 btw. so you can stop asking
everything else you can just find out by looking with your eyes. mutuals pleaseee dm i love talking to people (but dms are also open to everyone else!!! yes that includes you!)
sideblogs and tags under the cut
sideblog(s)
@prof-art - sideblog for reblogging art i like. i felt guilty about not reblogging the art i see bc i didnt want to clog up my blog (as if it isn't already).
@proftree-draws - sideblog for My art. wild. who knew she drew
@twelve-pence-in-a-shilling - sideblog for like. real life shit ig. i dont use it too often cause i dont often feel like broadcasting stuff i do
@i-suggest-sleepies - gimmick blog for. well. it should be obvious really. please do send me posts!!! (preferably not tagging tho)
more to come? (lemme know any ideas ig)
tags
#willows og - posts that i make that aren't reblogs. thats it
#willows favourites - posts that i just really liked, but importantly will likely want to look at again
#willows feel good - posts that cheered me up, or will cheer me up when i need it
#willows yoink - floccinaucinihilipifacated tag really, owing to the previously mentioned @prof-art sideblog. old tag used for art i really liked (the context is that i download any art i like and put it into a folder labelled "art theft", so im 'yoinking' your art)
#willows birbs - posts about birds that i like (the post, not the bird. all birds are awesome).
#willows kbitys - posts about cats that i like (ditto).
#willows spaaace - posts about space or stars that i like (ditto²).
#willows hall of fame - posts that are olllld
#willows giggles - posts that. would you believe it. made me giggle
#good soup - quality post
#good fucking soup - high quality post
#holy soup - notably not a tier above the last, but rather posts about chrisianity (or sometimes other religions) that i quite like
#willow is a bi mess - for when im being (you guessed it) a bi mess
#willows classics - been in use for a while but i only just noticed it's not in here?? i dont know when i started so im not going to add it in the correct place chronologically but it's not like anyone reads this shit anyway. if you couldnt guess it's for posts about ancient greek/roman/whatever-else-is-close-enough mythology and the like
#willows sci fi - (or sci-fi; tumblr treats them the same) take a guess, wiseguy
#willows liminal - im doing liminal spaces for my art project now so i figure if i ever find anything for it on tumblr then i can tag it appropriately
#legshurt - chronic pain tag because im allowed to whine about it sometimes
#willows psychology tag - psychology posts i like. pretty self explanatory
uhhh thats it. same time next week? ahlriight
#willows - plurality tag. get it? because-
#penny's shitposts - shitposts. yeah. go look at them or something. people like them apparently
jerma: listen... i just really like strawberries and bananas! (suppressed giggle) it's not- it's not weird to like fruit. to enjoy a yummy strawberry on a summer's day! (looks at chat) "strawberries are weird and gross". what?! huh?!? listen to yourself!! what are you even saying?!?
the game he's playing: [grinding corpses to viscera in an abandoned hospital]
northernlion: Do. Do you ever think about those half-time events where they give away free tuition to whichever college student could sink a basketball into the hoop? How fucked up would it be if you were the person who didn't sink in a basketball and your only thought while an entire stadium is applauding your classmate is "If I'd only sunk one more ball in I wouldn't have had crippling debt"? They got college students out here in the damn hunger games and what? (reads chat) "...hey NL it's just for fun you know what fun is right". you're morally bankrupt. and you will never see the light of heaven. motherfucker. (shouting) AT LEAST IF THEY WERE KILLING EACH OTHER FOR SPORT WE COULD BE HONEST ABOUT WHAT IS ACTUALLY GOING ON THERE!!! (adjust headphones) Anyway...
the game he's playing: [pastel emoji matching game]
so if phm is set in 2032 and ryland grace is supposedly 29 when the hail mary launches, that means he is firmly within gen Z… he knows about undertale AUs and watched Fred on YouTube at like 9 years old. He had a tumblr blog. this genuinely explains everything
i want someone to make a roleplay blog but it’s literally just ryland grace’s actual blog and then the last post is like “guys oh my godddd never become important at work i’m so serious you’ll never fucking guess where they’re sending me #and during pride month???”
My headcanon is that she got an elf neopussy from a medic while she was at the academy but every once in a while uses her flesh magic necromancy to whip it back out, much the same way as she reconstructed Marcille's body
to all transfems and trans women: you deserve a break! go take a nap! eat your favorite comfort food! go play that new game you wanted to play or start up the new hobby you were looking at! you deserve all the downtime and rest you need! your happiness matters too :)
I think when a sub says "you can do whatever you want to me" what they're actually wanting is to not make decisions anymore, and they think by saying this they can foist the decision making off on the dom without having to do any of the work beforehand. But unfortunately to get to the Not Making Choices part of kink you do in fact have to make a Lot Of Choices beforehand and communicate those choices to your partner. This is an essential part of the process and skipping it is both unsafe and unfair for whoever you're playing with.
Not Making Choices is the reward for communicating clearly, not the default
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
“Haha remember when murder-hornets were gonna be a thing? What a nothingburger.”
Yes, because the Washington state government activated like a sleeper-cell and ruthlessly, systematically hunted them down and annihilated them.
“Y2K came to nothing amirite?”
Yes because an army of software engineers working around the clock, losing sleep, and busting ass till the last minute prevented it from happening.
“Remember the hole in the ozone layer?”
You mean the one that was fixed through rigorous world wide government action?
One of the root problems of our society is a refusal or inability by media to articulate that all those “it’s gonna be an apocalypse” disasters were not disasters because we collectively did something about them.
The good news is this is actually quite correctable. I maintain my firm belief that we as humans are capable of solving almost all of our problems, when we decide to do so.
And I still think that’s going to happen. I don’t know when or how, but I do know that abandoning hope won’t help bring it about.
And I refuse to let the cynics own a chunk of my heart.
I'm developing a theory that humans are capable of learning and understanding massive and extremely important information, but also just..."flavor of the week" when it comes to beliefs.
And unfortunately, human accomplishments tend to fall under "beliefs"
Which can change by whim.
I suppose that sort of flexibility is healthy, on an evolutionary basis.
"The watering hole is safe" is a fact until the tigers come and then no matter how much history you have with that watering hole, the fact that the tigers are there now means the water isn't safe anymore.
It might be worthwhile to revisit the watering hole again later to see if the danger is still present
If the tigers leave and don't come back, then it kinda feels like the watering hole was always safe... except that one time.
That flexibility becomes a problem, though, when it comes to stuff like Y2K and the ozone layer.
I still remember both of these as I actually lived through them. The ozone especially.
I remember thinking that I was going to see the end of humanity in my lifetime because we were gonna be too stupid to actually get our collective shit together and figure out how to fix the ozone layer
Some years back, I remembered and looked and figured out that like, yeah, we fixed it.
And now.... now it's climate change.
I actually got to have a hand in that one.
I helped electrify ships in Norway and saved one company $5.2 million just by fixing their communication equipment in a week. Then I went on to do at least 5x more over the next 10 months
Not just money. I stopped so much diesel from being used that the temperature over Norway that year went DOWN.
It's one of my biggest claims to fame. I altered the earth's climate. By myself.
My reward? My boss was a racist piece of shit to me and overworked and badgered and belittled me so hard that I got physically sick and had to leave the INDUSTRY.
So instead of this being the timeline where "that black trans girl showed the world how to save itself and all industrial businesses noticed that they could save the world AND save themselves money at the same time"
This is now "the timeline where there was a weird anomaly in the climate data exactly once and actually things went back to being just as bad as they were soon after"
ngl i think it’s more incestuous to like take your sister out on a nice date and be in love with her than to just fuck her. take your sister on dates! make her feel loved! it’s good for sisters!!!
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